.:Some days are better than others:.
I liked the rain, it was warm. I looked like I had fallen in the lake when I got to the school, but I don't mind being a laughing stock. Two hours of testing left me dry, and I didn't get much when I saw her which didn't feel horrible; I hoped for a hug but people have things on their mind all the time, it can't be helped. I've had so many good days, I should have been waiting for a bad one. Above all I just didn't feel real today; I don't aim to be a huge presence in the world but today I felt so small. My day both began and ended with Mathematics, and the antipathy boils over into play practice. It makes me angry at myself that my countenance is a sad one, because then she worries and then I'm frustrated that I can't do anything there. Today felt awful. I'm thus here in the dark, sporting my most comfortable pajama pants and most enveloping sweatshirt. Hm.
The bishop (of Alaska) and his family were here on Monday night. It's wonderful to see and hear from people so far away. Mark and my dad played their guitars, singing some Christian songs from when they were just in college, and even a celtic piece that Mark sang his children to sleep with. He talked about a gathering he was at in which the Eskimo men all harmonized beautifully as they sang but smelled of rancid seal; it was unique, and that made it magnificent. The littlest, Blake, was watching one of my favorite movies and so I sat down with him and spoke as though to an old friend. I eventually told him the floor was lava. I mentioned to him that I had a special suit so that I could walk in it, and he replied claiming he had a forcefield, which he also said was much better than a suit as you could walk IN the lava.
Keep kind. Goodnight world.
The bishop (of Alaska) and his family were here on Monday night. It's wonderful to see and hear from people so far away. Mark and my dad played their guitars, singing some Christian songs from when they were just in college, and even a celtic piece that Mark sang his children to sleep with. He talked about a gathering he was at in which the Eskimo men all harmonized beautifully as they sang but smelled of rancid seal; it was unique, and that made it magnificent. The littlest, Blake, was watching one of my favorite movies and so I sat down with him and spoke as though to an old friend. I eventually told him the floor was lava. I mentioned to him that I had a special suit so that I could walk in it, and he replied claiming he had a forcefield, which he also said was much better than a suit as you could walk IN the lava.
Keep kind. Goodnight world.